She raised her head to look at Si Chu, eyes brimming with pain-induced tears, shimmering like clear water. If it had been any other time, Si Chu, upon seeing this, would have been frightened, his composure scattered, furrowing his brows and loosening his grip immediately.
However, at this moment, his gaze was pitch-black and deep, his attitude unexpectedly forceful, the corners of his eyes tinged with thin red, his stare brooding and intimidating. His lips curved, but his deep tone carried no trace of humor.
"Speak, what am I to you?"
To tell the truth, Mingshu was somewhat frightened by his demeanor, stutteringly parting her lips, "I... I"
She arched her delicate, fair neck, her eyes tinged with a measure of panic, her clear and bright pupils like those of a fawn in the forest, her innocent and beautiful appearance easily evoking pity and, just as easily, a desire...a desire to destroy.
